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To Amanda!

Hey, y'all.

Here's what you missed on the Chicken Sisters.

Did you bring the divorce papers?

Ah, I do believe I forgot them.

Since you and Frank Jr. separated,

you haven't been on one date.

What makes you think I even want to go on a date?

Got an important question to ask you.

The important question, maybe.

Will you just tell me yourself, then, who my daddy is.

No.

Why not?

Is there something wrong with him?

Amanda Moore used to live life out loud.

She was smart, funny and creative and free.

She was sunnier than a girl in a face wash commercial.

Oh!

Woo!

Apple juice for them. Here you go.

- ♪ Into place I never knew ♪ - Okay. Apple juice.

And she brought all that sparkle with her

when she married Frank Jr.

♪ I want to feel reality ♪

All right, Boyd!

How are you settling in?

Got a couple boxes unpacked.

This is my wife.

Howdy, wife.

Hey...

But the more time passed, she felt less like herself

and more like she was eclipsed by her husband.

What'cha doing?

Sorry, babe. I need room for my keezers.

♪ When did this all go so wrong? ♪

Then her little sweet potato,

Frankie came along

and she felt a tiny beam of sunshine.

She felt smart again.

She felt creative again.

♪ I want a change ♪

♪ I want to find... ♪

She wasn't living totally in the shadows anymore.

But a little part of her was still hiding

in the darkness.

Until last year, when an unexpected moment came along

and parted all the clouds.

Yessiree.

She shone bright as a diamond.

But for the people not in the know,

it was like watching the explosion of a supernova.

Frankie?

Good morning.

Aw.

That's sweet.

Mr. Breakfast thought that you could use

some cheering up.

Try not to kiss him.

Ha-ha-ha.

- That was a very romantic kiss. - That was a long time ago

and I don't even think about Sergio in that way anymore.

Sure.

Amanda's head was spinning.

She knew there was only one way to deal with her past

sneaking up and biting her in the rear.

I have to move away, don't I?

Please don't do that.

I've been borrowing a lot of your clothes lately.

Long jean skirts have really grown on me.

Oh, don't pay anyone no mind, do you hear me?

Why didn't Sabrina tell us about the cameras?

She wanted to.

She was just doing her job.

Her job is mean.

I think that's why she quit.

She wanted to apologize,

but you were running after Frankie.

Who is not happy with me, by the way.

She didn't speak one word to me in the car on the way home,

and then she beelined it to her room

and slammed the door.

Hey y'all.

Did somebody die?

Nothing else at the flower shop said "sorry a secret camera

"recorded you kissing the cook".

That is an oversimplification of a very complicated situation.

No, I- I- get it.

You saw no way out of your miserable life

until Sergio walked into your world,

glistening in that white t-shirt.

Such a handsome, capable man.

Okay, Shawna, just...

Message received.

Okay.

I really don't want to go out there and face anybody.

The way I acted.

Who was that person?

I hear you, girl.

They showed me in my leggings

and my seams weren't even lined up.

That's right.

Wonky leggings and my sister being humiliated

on a national scale... are the same.

Thank you.

You want to know the worst part about it is

I heard about it at the same time as everyone else.

My reputation as the Queen of Gossip

is really going to take a hit.

Shawna, will you cover for me today?

Of course.

I just have to stop by The Cluckery on my way.

No, please don't do that.

I just want to see what they're cooking up.

You know, it might be helpful to know what they're getting up to.

No!

Frank Jr. did not know about me and Sergio.

And I'm sure he's just spitting bees right about now.

Good.

After the way he treated all y'all,

I hope they're coming out of both ends.

I just want to crawl in a hole and never come out!

You know how this town gets when there's a scandal.

Especially when it involves a Mimi's girl.

It's Frank Jr. You know what to do.

Hi, Little Frank.

Yeah, it's your mama calling.

I was just thinking about you.

I don't know if you saw the episode last night.

What am I saying? Of course you did.

I just...

I wanted to talk to you about it.

I love you, honey.

Bye.

No, sir.

We are not going to live in a podunk town.

Not if I have anything to say about it.

No, sir!

You will submit!

Hey.

If it isn't the man of the hour.

You know, franchise inquiries went up 30 percent

after the airing last night.

Hey, uh, part of my judgment, Frank Jr.

but you're putting off some... serious beta vibes this morning.

Oh, I didn't get much sleep last night.

Hey, hey, hey.

Let it out.

Oh, but also,

hold it in with, you know, franchise agreement

has that strict no emotions clause.

I'm getting emotional.

I say this with empathy.

As your your business friend and your masculinity coach,

you're gonna scare the customers, so...

Go home.

Oh.

Mayor Carson?

Nancy, you need to make an appointment!

This town is on the precipice of a major disaster

because of that dang broken train arm.

And you're not doing anything about it.

I cannot stand idly by and say nothing.

Oh, I think you're... you're real good

at seeing a problem and saying nothing, Nancy.

It doesn't matter what's happening in my personal life,

even if it's in front of millions of people.

That thing's been stuck for years!

I am a taxpayer, and I want it fixed.

You want it fixed or you want a distraction

from your own problems?

Oh, I've seen it before.

You know Big Tim, when he lost his golden lab,

instead of mourning his loss,

he was pestering me about burying the power lines.

Doesn't it bother you that people are thinking of Merinac

as a big old mess of a small town

because of Kitchen Clash?

And whose fault is it that they would know

about any of our business in the first place?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a ribbon cutting

at the new gas station that I'm late for.

Well, you're not getting your key back.

Nobody knows what it feels like when a Mimi's girl

flies a little too close to the sun, like Augusta Moore.

Hello?

I heard you're not coming in today.

Mama, I'm not feeling great.

I don't need to hear any excuses.

Yes, ma'am.

Because I understand.

You do?

More than you know.

Thank you, mama.

You want me to come over, bring you lunch?

No, I got leftovers.

Whose recipe?

Yours.

All right.

I reckon you'll live.

I love you, too.

Okay.

Bye, now.

You hungry?

I can heat something up for you.

I would really like to talk to you about last night.

Oh.

Everybody's gonna be talking about last night.

Delilah's going to go on about how funny it was

watching her Uncle Rodney spitting out his tea.

How sweet it was to see Magnolia eat Mimi's for the first time.

And I have to talk about how my mama kissed Sergio.

Morning.

Thank you.

How's your sister?

She's in self-imposed exile.

I feel terrible.

She's gonna be fine.

Is this...?

The wedding binder of famous organizing expert, Mae Moore?

Your wedding is in less than a month.

This is a mess, babe.

It's not that bad.

Okay, it's awful.

I have the bachelorette planned

down to the smallest detail, okay?

I know how to plan a party.

It's just weddings, I'm out of my depth.

That's impossible.

You think through every scenario.

Weddings are my blind spot.

It's literally the thing every woman starts planning

as soon as they know it's going to be a thing.

Well, not me, okay?

I grew up thinking I would never get married.

Why would you think that?

The Mimi's curse, that's why.

Unlike honey to a bear's paw,

a man never stuck to a Mimi's girl.

When you grow up thinking that no one's going to stay,

you don't plan for what's next if they do.

But Jay is here to stay.

Hon, you found a wonderful guy who thinks you hung the moon.

He thinks your personality flaws are charming.

I don't have any personality flaws.

That's what someone with personality flaws would say.

Okay, let's take a looksie.

Oh, okay.

There is music, no flowers, no tent has been rented,

no cake.

I... I... I...

Okay. What does your dress look like?

I don't have one.

Mae, a wedding is a series of military grade maneuvers.

You can't just wing it!

I don't know where to start.

Oh.

I moved to New York City with $300 and an accent

that screamed hee-haw.

Do you know how impossible that was?

I should be able to do this, okay?

There are dogs that can ride skateboards,

and I can't even plan my own wedding.

Okay, okay.

I am gonna help you.

I am absolutely built for this kind of madness.

I mean, I used to produce reality TV.

In fact, I once built my own camera tripod

out of fishing rods.

I'm up for the challenge.

Are you sure?

I got you, babe.

Don't worry.

What can I get you, Shawna?

One latte.

Half oat, half almond,

one pump vanilla, one pump caramel.

Barely touch the pump for cinnamon

and whipped cream at the bottom!

Okay, I'll have it out in three hours.

Mm-hm.

Shawna, could I have your autograph?

As soon as I get my headshots.

Absolutely.

You got a lot of air time.

I know, and I would have gotten more

if Sabrina hadn't given me wrong locations.

Aw.

Oh, Sergio.

Will you tell Gus

I'm gonna fill in for Amanda today?

Oh, she's not coming in?

No, she's kinda having a hard time.

You know, with that thing that you two did together

with your faces.

I was there, I was there.

Yeah.

Is she okay?

I can't lie.

She's doing that thing, you know,

where she just kind of stares into the middle distance.

I should go over there.

No. No. Just let her be.

You know, she doesn't want to see anyone.

Frankie might want to be an actress,

but this was not the kind of spotlight

she took kindly to.

And for that reason, this budding thespian

decided to call a dark day.

Beau?

Beau?

Beau, are you here?

Beau?

Oh, hey.

Sorry, Nancy.

It has been a busy morning.

Yeah, prayer requests have been flying in

since last night.

Well, could you pencil me in right now?

Yeah, sure.

I just don't understand

how they could do us dirty like that.

The way they chopped it up.

Bits of this and bits of that.

The thing had more odds and ends than a ham hock stew.

And I shouldn't feel bad about not getting involved

in Frank Jr. and Amanda's business.

I mean, it wasn't my place to say anything.

Right?

Well...

What?

Well, just put yourself in his position.

You know...

would you want someone to keep something like this from you?

As your pastor, I say if you know something

that could hurt your son,

it's probably best that you tell him.

Yeah.

But as your boyfriend,

I'd say you just did what you thought was right.

I like the boyfriend advice best.

Also, as your boyfriend,

I got something important to ask you.

Before you do,

I want to tell you something.

I have enjoyed our time together.

You make me very happy.

But I'm not ready to put a ring on this finger.

Huh?

I'm not ready to get married right now.

Married?

Yeah.

Oh!

Oh, no.

It's not what I was going to ask you.

Oh, I thought because you said...

Gosh, I don't have enough sense to spit downwind.

Oh my, I am so embarrassed.

Oh, dear.

Well now, don't be embarrassed.

What I want to ask you is I want you to go away

on a trip with me.

Oh, like a vacation?

Ha, kinda, yeah.

Yeah, we'd be building homes for folks

that need a helping hand.

Oh, that sounds lovely. I...

It would have some downtime, too.

So, you know, we could go on some adventures.

You want me there with you?

It's been some time for me,

since I felt this way about anybody.

I think about being away from you is...

Well, I don't even want to think about how hard it would be

to not be next to you for months.

Months?

That's a long time.

I have to admit, I'm flattered

that you'd want me with you, but...

I have responsibilities here.

Well, I mean, the way I see it,

you got a lot of people helping you here now.

Nancy hadn't taken a moment to soak in that

for the first time,

she had all the help she needed, with some to spare.

Well... it's funny.

I've never even been on an airplane before.

So, you'll come?

Hello, Shawna.

Hello, Christian.

I saw the episode last night.

You are as beautiful in person as you are in HD.

Oh.

Well, I thought it was high time I came and tried your chicken.

Oh, yes.

The best fried chicken this side of the Mississippi

and the other side of the Mississippi.

Mr. Chicken is franchised in 37 states.

Why not 50?

Touché.

Well, I can see that you're not open,

so I'll come back another time.

No, no, no, no, no, no, please.

I love having you all to myself.

Frank Jr. here?

Things got a little intense last night.

He hasn't yet completed my course

in emotional wall-building to better serve your enterprise.

You got any menus?

Placemat.

Classy.

I'll have a leg and a thigh plate.

Side mac and cheese.

Woman who knows what she wants.

Oh, you better believe it.

Okay.

Uh, oh yeah.

Oh.

Well.

It takes a full 15 minutes to fry a chicken.

Well, we're always at the ready here at The Cluckery.

These are the signature dipping sauces.

Might I suggest starting with the Seven-Alarm Sayonara.

Oh, I think I'll just start with the chicken,

if it's all the same to you.

When you bite through that flavorful, crunch,

golden outside into a tender, juicy, high-quality drumstick,

it should change your life.

But this chicken, on the other hand,

Shawna wouldn't serve this under-salted disaster

to her worst enemy, Linda.

She knows what she did.

What you'd season it with?

The Cluckery isn't about the seasoning.

As I mentioned, it's about the sauces.

You should change y'all's name to Mr. Sauces, then.

That's... that's good.

Why don't you take yourself out, too.

Like, on a date?

Or are you talking about the dumpster?

You've got some nerve sticking around here

after what you did.

Nothing's going on, Frank Jr.

Not anymore.

You really expect me to believe that?

I saw the way she kissed you.

It doesn't matter.

Listen...

I've been in your position before,

and I'm not proud of myself.

It was wrong, I was wrong.

You haven't seen the last of me.

Yep. It's a small town.

Ulgh!

Shawna, I don't want this trash in here.

Trash? You think that's trash?

You think a woman being rescued by a cowboy on a horse

in the middle of the Atlantic is trash?

You think a woman who's pretending to be

her own twin sister in order to inherit

her family's gold mine, is trash?

A woman who single-handedly takes down train bandits

in order to save an entire locomotive of orphans is trash?

Yes.

You know what my fantasy is, Shawna?

A waitress who shows up for work on time.

I was late because I was doing corporate espionage

at The Cluckery

And?

The chicken wasn't even seasoned.

Oh.

And the mac and cheese was like chewing

on a melted Barbie leg.

Oh that man,

he can't do anything without a woman doing it for him.

Mm-hm.

Chicken Sisters. What'll you have?

Hello. Can I place a to-go order, please?

Yeah, go ahead.

I'll have a Caesar salad.

We don't serve Caesar salad.

This is...

Ugh, that is like, the 10th time I've had a call like that today.

What in the Sam Hill is going on?

Incredible, isn't it?

No. What are you talking about?

You know, your catchphrase, the, uh...

If I want to be an actress, I'd dye my hair blond

and start eating Caesar salad.

Wh... why is that funny?

Oh, because Caesar salads are a very normal food,

and you have an insane take on it.

People have really latched on to it.

Now you're a viral sensation.

So, people are laughing at me?

No, they're not.

I mean, yeah, they are, but it's good.

Tell me something, Shawna.

Do you like it when people laugh at you?

No, ma'am.

So then why am I supposed to like it?

Just because they're... they're strangers on the internet?

Does that make it different from... from people

pointing at me and laughing?

I'm done with this.

Okay.

Frankie? Is that you?

You can't just let yourself in.

Oh, you're really still gonna pretend I'm the bad guy here?

I know you're mad.

Hey.

I know I might not have been a perfect husband,

but not once in all our years together

did I ever do something like that.

Even if the person shining a light

on your less than distinguished moments

is somebody who did you real wrong,

ain't no never mind, y'all.

There's only one right thing to say...

I'm sorry.

And there was only one thing Frank Jr. could say in response.

Don't hold your breath for those signed divorce papers.

I know you're upset, but please don't be petty.

It's not petty.

It's justified.

Now, this seems harsh.

And it is.

Hurt people hurt people.

But Frank Jr. had a weak hand and only one card to play.

A two of broken hearts.

All right, hit me with it.

I know you want to yell at me.

Oh, zip it, Romeo.

Now, let's just get one thing clear.

I'm not mad at you.

You're not?

Well, it got that ding-a-ling,

Frank Jr. out of her life, didn't it?

That wasn't the way to do it, you know.

We could have handled ourselves better.

Falling in love makes you do dumb things.

It's why I don't do it.

Okay, listen.

Love...

I don't know if I--

All right, that's enough.

heard...

Where's the phone?

Well, kind of got itself disconnected.

So the white ranunculus is giving...

Carolyn Bessette-Kennedy.

Yes. Garnet velvet ribbon as an accent or linen.

Hm?

What's your instinct?

Velvet?

This is--

Proof that Shark Tank should have given me

the sixth judge's seat?

Yes, I know.

I was gonna say this is the dream wedding

I never knew I wanted.

Let's take a look at this seating chart.

This is very delicate business.

We cannot seat feuding family members together

and have an open bar.

Who is this?

Who's who?

This seat next to Gus marked "Unknown".

That's nothing. You can just skip that.

It's my dad.

He doesn't have a name?

No, presumably he does.

I don't know it.

That is what he's listed as on my birth certificate.

Oh.

So this man, you don't know,

you put him down on your seating chart?

Yes, it's a perfectly normal thing

for a perfectly normal person to do.

Because maybe you want him to come?

It's just a fantasy.

So, the cake tiers...

We should make that happen.

Cake tiers? I agree.

No. Your dad.

No, it's never gonna happen, okay?

I have asked Gus a million times.

When I was a kid, she told me that he taught dance lessons

in the Catskills and he never put Baby in a corner.

So your dad is Patrick Swayze's character in Dirty Dancing?

Yes, it was very embarrassing when I put that together

at Molly Perkins eighth-grade sleepover party.

I had a lot to process.

Look, Gus is not going to give it up.

I just asked her yesterday.

Well, you could do a DNA test.

It's not just how we find serial killers.

It's not a guarantee that I'm gonna find him.

I want her to tell me herself.

We have this whole family history of keeping secrets

and of covering up the truth. And I just...

I want that to end with me.

Hello?

What do you mean Frankie didn't show up at school today?

Amanda had spent the day

hiding in the shady part of the barn,

but with Frankie MIA and Amanda thinking

there's more than 1,000 percent chance it's her fault,

she had to step out of the shadows and take her licks.

You look like a supermodel at a gas station, Amanda.

Have you seen Frankie?

No. Is she okay?

Physically? Yes. Emotionally? No.

I embarrassed her.

Uh-oh.

Here comes judgment in a spunky floral.

Hi, Amanda.

Hi, Dot.

I have something to say,

and I hope it's not too personal.

Yeah.

It was a joy to watch you on that TV show last night.

I mean, you were gliding and confident.

Where you been hiding that Amanda all these years?

Thank you.

Oh, and for the record...

I always thought you deserved better than Frank Jr.

Okay, what'll ya have?

Oh, uh, how about, uh...

the Caesar salad?

Am I right?

Oh, I... I don't think she finds that funny.

Two meat and threes, ma'am, if you please.

Thank you kindly.

Any opportunity to laugh at a Mimi's girl, right?

Jackals lay in wait to tie me to the tracks again.

Gus, you are not a Mimi's girl anymore.

You're a Chicken Sister.

The Chicken Sisters didn't have a dark past

to reckon with.

They only had a bright future.

Hm.

Can you put the Caesar salad stuff to rest?

No, no, no. I don't want to put it to rest.

I want to exorcize it and send it back

to whatever netherworld it came from.

I got this.

I have a vision.

Well, I'm desperate, so I'm in.

What are you doing here, huh? Looking for forgiveness?

Little Frank, you about scared the living daylights out of me.

Now, I left you a message.

You saw my wife kissing another man,

and you didn't think you should mention it to me?!

What was going on between you and Amanda,

it wasn't my place.

You're supposed to be looking out for me!

Honey, I was trying to.

No, you weren't.

You were protecting Amanda.

She's not even your daughter.

You lied to me.

Now, Junior.

Oh, it seems to me that everyone else

in this family gets to lie,

but I'm the only one being punished for it.

Maybe you should take a walk

before you say something you regret.

Mamas are always supposed to do the right thing.

And right in front of the church he said:

"Mamas are always supposed to do the right thing."

Frank Jr.'s got a lot of nerve.

What about a son doing the right thing?

I wish we could just fast forward through this part.

He's in a bad row of stumps right now.

I'd be in a bad way, too, if I had to serve that chicken.

What's wrong with it?

I would sooner eat a tractor tire dipped in ranch.

But on the bright side, there's no wait.

Oh, that's just gossip, Shawna.

No, ma'am. I tasted it with my own mouth.

His marriage is over.

He's eating bad chicken and his mama betrayed him.

You're a good mom, Nancy.

A lot better than I ever could be.

That boy is lucky that he's got you for a mama

and not me, because I would have given him the what for?

What happened to you?

Huh? Shawna happened to me.

It's for the Gram.

I am not wearing this.

Look like a haunted porcelain doll.

Dolls don't talk.

I'm glad you made it.

Why are you whispering? There's no one else here.

Skipping school, huh?

Next thing you know, you're doing corporate espionage.

Ruined my perfect attendance today.

When I saw my dad kiss his first girlfriend

after my parents got divorced it was really weird

and gross and sad.

Yeah, I get that.

Oh!

Sorry.

Good news is they didn't charge me for the popcorn

because it's a day old, so.

Hey, Linz.

Hey, Dud.

Y'all put your sunglasses on

'cause this Gus is shining so bright,

she's liable to burn your corneas.

Wow.

Okay, let's get this over with.

These are standing jeans, not sitting jeans.

One of the understood rules about the internet

is that when you give people what they want,

they'll leave you alone.

Yeah.

Okay, y'all, you're about to witness

a viral moment in the flesh.

Grab your phones,

you're going to want to capture this for the Gram.

The famous Gus Moore is gonna eat a Caesar salad.

One time only.

Yeah, this better work.

Oh, it will.

Okay.

Hi, I'm Gus Moore,

and now that I'm an actress, I love Caesar salads.

Mm.

Hm, that's pretty good.

Oh that's what a compliment from Gus sounds like.

And that's how it works.

I'll upload this to the internet.

And no one's ever going to ask you

for a Caesar salad ever again.

What? That's it?

Yep. The internet is fickle.

Once it gets a taste of defeat,

it moves on to the next dumb thing.

All right, everybody, back to work.

I'm not paying you to be a bump on the log.

Oh, Shawna, good job. Oh, thank you so much.

Well, I did work hard.

And with that, Gus' 15 minutes of fame was over.

She could step out of the limelight.

But all this hullabaloo had alerted someone

of Sergio's little shady spot.

Maybe next time they'll play something from, like,

this century.

How'd you find me?

Dudley narked.

Oh.

It's hard for me to lie to parents.

Frankie.

You can't just skip school when you're upset.

I wasn't upset.

I was embarrassed.

That's not a good reason to skip school.

Says the person who looks like she's in witness protection.

That's beside the point.

Is it?

Take me home please, Dudley.

Excuse me.

I figured I owed the lie jar a back payment.

Me too.

I heard Frankie skipped school.

Yeah.

She did.

And it's my fault.

Oh, it's a mama tax.

Everything's our fault.

As a matter of fact, it occurred to me

as I was waiting for that dang train arm

for the 17 millionth time today,

that I thought I was doing the right thing

keeping your secret from Frank Jr.

But it turned out that I was just doing

the same thing that Frank Sr. did to me.

Well, you were just protecting me back then.

And here you are, having to do it all over again.

No.

I was protecting myself from having to pick a side.

Because I love you.

And I love my son.

Now I'm no doctor, but I'll tell you what,

I do know the cure for all problems in life.

♪ When the stars find the sun ♪

♪ Beautiful in these eyes ♪

♪ I wanna feel what it's like ♪

♪ Just to see the world through your eyes ♪

♪ I don't care about time ♪

♪ 'Cause it's all in your mind ♪

♪ I wanna feel what it's like ♪

♪ Just to see the world through your eyes...

Is that for me?

Sure is.

I put everything in separate compartments.

So nothing touches, just like you like it.

Go on, take it.

Is that all you came down here for?

No, I came to apologize.

Okay.

I didn't know what the right thing to do was, and...

I never meant to hurt you, honey.

Okay.

I think we both made some mistakes.

Well, you sure did, didn't you?

I'm not gonna stand here and pretend you didn't do

a barrel full of rotten things to me and your ex-wife.

She's still my wife.

I just want to start fresh.

Clean slate.

I'm your mama, and I love you no matter what.

So, I'm willing to forgive you if you're willing to forgive me.

I'm sorry, mama...

I'm not ready to do that.

With every scrumptious bite of his family's fried chicken.

The weather in Frank Jr.'s world was coming up cloudy

with a chance of revenge.

Mm.

We should stop.

I don't want us to burn out on the first day.

Okay, but for the record, I could have worked

for another four hours.

This was fun.

Thank you so much for your help

and for listening to me go on about my dad.

I'm just...I'm so sorry for unloading on you.

That's what friends are for.

And return the favor when Linzey's dad calls me back,

the voicemail I left,

it might have been a teensy bit too pointed.

What did you say?

I may have said that his hasty hair transplant

looks like a gopher chowed down on a golf course.

Oh hey, honey, you want some pie?

No.

Oh no. What's wrong?

I really want to go back to New York.

What? We just unpacked our suitcases.

I just want to go home.

I'm sorry. I gotta mom right now.

Good luck.

I'll need it.

An hey, please don't touch anything while I'm gone.

I don't trust you.

Linzey!

You hungry?

We don't have to talk.

I'm just going to sit here, okay?

Won't say a word.

Okay, maybe just a couple words.

You know, I was a kid once, too.

And I do know something about being embarrassed

by my mama.

Not like this.

No, you're right.

When I saw you and Sergio...

it was like proof that you and dad were over.

Which I get, like, I'm not dumb.

You and dad were weird together.

I know.

We are different people now

than we were when we fell in love.

But... I could have handled myself differently.

I just wish

that someone had talked to me about it.

I knew daddy wouldn't.

But you?

Honey, I... I didn't even have the words

to figure it out for myself.

But it was just going on between you and dad

like I wasn't part of the equation.

I'm part of this family, too.

Of course you are.

I didn't realize...

that it would feel this bad...

when y'all started, you know...

moving on.

Moving on from what?

You don't think I'm moving on from you.

Do you?

It feels like that sometimes.

Frankie Josephine Hilliard you listen to me.

Oh, I could never move on from you.

I will always be your mom.

What I'm struggling with is just that I'm...

I'm not a wife anymore.

And I don't even know who I am when I'm by myself.

You're not by yourself.

You've got me.

Not forever.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be putting this on you.

I'm supposed to be comforting you.

It's okay, mama.

You're going to go to college soon.

I mean, who am I going to make oatmeal for?

And who am I going to go back to school shopping with?

And who's going to make fun of me

for wearing skinny jeans?

They'll come back in style eventually.

See? Who would tell me that?

I just don't... I don't know who I'm going to be when you leave.

Well...

What about...

this person?

Oh.

You kept all these?

When I go to college, I'm taking this with me.

Oh, baby.

This is one of my favorites.

This chicken blow-dried her hair into a beehive,

and there's bees in it.

That's sick.

Thank you.

You'll always be my mama.

But you can be this person, too.

♪ But I wouldn't know you then... ♪

Is that chicken still warm?

Ah, let's see.

Mm.

My girl.

♪ You are free to slip right through ♪

Mm.

Good?

It's really good.

Good.

Howdy.

I'm looking for the best Caesar salad in Merinac.

All right, now we have put all that to rest.

So why don't you just--

You might be wondering who this radiant sunbeam is.

Well, I'd like to introduce all y'all

to Clayton Briggs III.

Merinac's star quarterback, 1983.

Voted 'Most Likely to Succeed', oh and also...

he's Mae's daddy.

Hi, Gussie.